Whistler 2008- Part 2

Be careful what you ask for....
Never have truer words been spoken.

Day 1 was powder, powder and more powder. Not a stitch of cordouroy in sight.
Powder=fun=hard work.
FUCK!
For those who don't know, you better ask.
Powder for a snowboarder is the best thing since sliced bread right up until the moment that you get your ass stuck in a bowl and have to dig out and post hole up a hill... which Spanky and I did about 3 times each until we gave up and went back to tracked up powder which is less fun but less dangerous. Regardless, everyone was superworked by the end of the day, even the superstar skiiers Sue, Josh, and Shelly.
With the notable excepton of FUCKING NATHAN! who took his first snowboard lesson which Steve and I assured him would be the equivalent of being beaten with lead pipe for 6 hours.

Me: How ya feeling Nathan?
Him: GREAT!
Me: Bullshit.
Him: No. I'm fine. Wonderful, in fact. It was fun. Can't wait until tomorrow.
Me: I fucking hate you.

After corraling me, Steve, and Josh (who, incidently, needs no corraling) for most of the day, Sue managed to get lost herself and missed lunch. Her version of events is much different, of course.

Well, anyway. We all ended up in the hottub waiting for the lasagne to cook. Ate dinner. And hijinks ensued.


Sadly, Patron was NINTY FUCKING DOLLARS in Canada (those poor, poor, people.)
So we had to make do with Gin & Tonics. It was rough but we preserveered.

Played a few rounds of Apples to Apples and went to bed.
And it was still snowing.